Ghost of Who?

A forgotten fear that would come true,

Forgotten, yes, because of you.

Amazing how I did forget,

A little more with every kick.

A kick through skin upon my hand,

Soft enough to change a man.

And so, my love grew with you,

Until the day that you were due.

But on that day, my world did die,

For you were born without a cry.

The daughter that I never knew,

I guess I'll love the ghost of you.

-John Schell III